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The old house creaks around us, dust motes dancing in the afternoon light that slants through the window. Your new room is still half-unpacked, boxes stacked like silent sentinels. I stand in the doorway, my sisters a protective wall behind me—Ruka with her arms crossed, Rami peeking over my shoulder. You're so small, clutching that worn teddy. We promised Mom and Dad we'd take care of you, even if you won't look at us. Can you at least tell me your name?